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Seid gegrüßt, Reisende. Das hier ist die Behausung der virtuellen Sequel von Prinzessin Fantaghiro.

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This strange silence was the first thing that her ears were able to hear, as she saw the wide field in front of her. Her dark gaze followed the grass, which was softly rocking in the wind. She went with her pale fingers through her cropped dark hair.
The exhaustion caught up to her. For days she fought herself through a thick forest, which ended now abruptly and was looming like a wall in front of her. The fact her supplies were coming to an end was making her trip difficult.
She caressed her forehead with the sleeve of her red shirt, a soft sigh followed. Just a couple of days ago she made the decision to leave this world and entered the dark forest. The remembrance of her old life laid itself like a fog around her thoughts and started to pain to much to dispose and leave behind. The weight of her past, her feelings and the responsibility that was pining at her, were to big and so her new feelings and the eagerness for the local world were floating away. She was sorry, for the people she left behind, especially for Aries. But her heart seemed to set itself clear and so she decided to leave the blond buccaneer. With a unmistakable sureness that he will find his own way.
She laced her leather vest to the top and put up the collar. The air cooled down and again a discomforting night broke in. Fantaghiro throw a leathery backpack, who carried her possessions as well as the remains of her aliments, over her shoulder and made herself on the way, again. Who knows how long she was going to walk around there before she would find the next colony. There was supposed to be one anyway.
The grass was growing high and in the upcoming darkness was no way to locate any signs of a being lurking in the thicket. So she was letting her hand rest on her hilt. She knew it was unreasonable to keep traveling in the night, but she couldn't bring herself to stop embrace her beloved as fast as possible. The faith and the love for Romualdo allowed her to hold on at the thought of him searching for her as well. A small smile appeared on her lips. The hope gave her new power to overcome the hunger and the exhaustion.